Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.